Hello it's been ages hasn't it???? Yeah I know. Well I just had to write this because it's been hitting around the head for a bit and I can barely think about anything else. So I'm writing it. This is Random Evilness on my part hence the title. This fic includes me. *evil laugh*

Disclaimer: Do I look rich to you? Cause I'm not I'm not Tamora Pierce I do not own these characters she got to them first. *sighs* But I have my own characters! *Angel's characters run off screaming* CRAP!! NOT AGAIN!

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Jessie!! I expect you to read.or I'll, do something nasty, don't forget I know where you live!!!!





Random Evilness



Dangerous Deals!





Neal and Cleon sat around a table, minding they're own business when out of nowhere they heard the unmistakable laugh of the total maniac writer Angel Of The Storms.

She was still laughing when she appeared. Floating on black wings with pure white hair. Neal and Cleon who knew her all to well thanks to the various fic's she'd wrote with them in it. She smiled at them.

It was all a little weird.

Neal frowned at her. "Your hair colour has changed."

She rolled her eyes at him and clapped her hands, "Well done Neal! You're not as stupid as I thought."

Both Neal and Cleon scowled at her. To which she just smiled and said, "I'm writing a new fic. I want you two to be my first victims.err I mean characters I use."

"Why?" They asked simultaneously.

"Because I like you." Angel said laughing a little. Her voice was heavy on the sarcasm. "Don't worry you're little friends will join you soon enough."

"I want to think about it." Neal said a little too smartly.

"Me too." Cleon chorused.

"Sorry boys. Once in a lifetime offer. If you turn me down I'll go to Joren and Vinson."

"Umm they're dead."

"Neal, Neal, Neal my silly little friend, not to me they're not, not to me. They're alive and well."

Neal and Cleon glanced at each other. "Okay, we'll do it. What exactly does IT entail?"

Angel clapped her hands together looking delighted. "Oh you'll find out soon enough. Shall we go?"

"Wait a min-." Cleon started a millisecond to late. The next second he found himself, on a rock, in the middle of a very hot pit of lava. The rock started to move and shudder.Cleon began to lose his footing. It was a potentially lethal situation. Neal was in the same sort of predicament. He however was hanging off a cliff. One of his hands slipped and dropped, he was hanging on by one hand now. He could feel his fingers slipping. He looked down. Big mistake he could see the jagged rocks at the bottom.neither would survive if they fell.

"Angel! What have you done!?" He shouted he got an answer. Cleon who was shouting similar things while trying to keep his footing heard the same slightly mad voice ring out.

"This is the fic! I put every character in dangerous positions and only the reviewers can save you!" She began to laugh. "It's such a good idea! Let's just hope that the people reading like you! Otherwise you'll be in a bit of trouble!" The laugh turned evil.



(a/n Come on! You want them you tell me. If you don't want them to survive tell me! I will review the votes and the person with the least amount of votes will either fall to a rocky of hot end. It's perfectly simple! But one ground rule. You are only allowed to vote for one. Any suggestions for people in the next chapter are welcome!)



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